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I was a freshman in college on my first marching band trip to our rival school. Now the football team and fans were always at each other's throats, but the bands were tight. Each year, the other school's band would visit for the football game and they would throw a party for the visiting band.

There's at least 300 people crammed in that band house after the game. I start drinking and chilling with friends, meeting new people and shit. I notice a group of girls crowded in the corner and they would sometimes glance over in my direction and turn back to the circle giggling. I was a SAP at that point and I only had a few flings in college so far, so I had no fucking clue how to handle this situation. Luckily, one of the seniors from my band saw what was going on and gave me the rundown:

The senior lady section leader of the other band pick a rookie member of my band as their target. The goal? The first person in his pants, wins. Wins what you say? Alpha-female status? I don't fucking know. Bottom line, I was the target, and everyone in my band knew it.

First girl comes on to me downstairs and we start making out. (Trombone section leader) After a while, she starts to lead me upstairs, but I am intercepted by the Piccolo section leader who brings me to the dance floor. She starts making out with me and puts my hand down her pants and starts feeling up my junk. Trombone section leader comes back and I was expecting a cat fight. Wrong. She joins in. The night wears on as I start to "meet" new girls and each attempt is getting more aggressive. At around 3:00 in the morning, I get dragged into the coat room by the piccolo section leader. She pushed me down on a pile of coats and had her way with me.

When I came out of that room, everyone who was still awake cheered for me. On the bus ride home, I felt like a fucking champion. The next four years in band, my reputation was solidified as "man-whore".

Not me, but witnessed it- my friend got a handjob on a crowded club dance floor that was pretty dark. Blew his load all over some other guys back. The other dude didn't notice. The evil grin on my friends face, haunting...

Ok so this just happened last Friday. It's been about 7 months since I've had sex, and the dating scene wasn't going as expected. I got hammered while I was out drinking with buddies, and decided that I was getting laid that night.

I did what any not-at-all-self-respecting forever alone would have done - I hit Craigslist. For those who don't know, you don't search the "casual encounters" section on Craigslist when looking for casual sex because it is full of scammers. My best option was a hail mary on the general romance section. I looked for the most casual post that I could find (it very simply stated that she wanted to go out for drinks), and that's who I emailed. She responded back immediately with her phone number, and from the moment she started speaking I knew that she was a mess.

We agreed that I would pick her up, since she didn't have a car. Upon picking her up, she offered a blow job but said that we couldn't go back to her place because she lived with her ex who was cheating on her (made no sense to me either, but I didn't really care). My place was out of the question because of roommates, so I paid for a cheap hotel (around $40), and a 12 pack of Coors light.

So here I am, in this hotel room, with a female janitor whose face eerily resembles Gene Simmons. She's completely wasted by this time (started drinking while waiting in the car for me to pay for the room), and spewing utterly incoherent nonsense. At one point she asks me to clean her toenails out with a key, because she likes when her boyfriend does that. Nope. Hell no. WTF?

Finally she gets down to business... but either she did not know how to give a blowjob, or she was so wasted that she thought my cock was an arcade joystick, because she continued to wag it back and forth like she was practicing her ultra combo. I stopped her, and asked to simply have sex instead. She agreed, laid on her back, and made this disturbing grunting noise as I fucked her.

I don't know how I managed to actually finish with this woman, but I did. I immediately got up, threw the condom away and got dressed. She was still yammering on about her ex when I stepped out of the hotel room without saying a word. I got a call from her a half hour later, after realizing that I left. She left a voicemail that stated, "I need your help, I'm locked inside the room."

I had a friend named K who had two sisters, R and S. R went through a bad break up, so K thoughts she should set us up. Things went pretty good and the two of us started seeing each other on a regular basis. After about a month, we started sleeping together, and things went fine.

Until a few weeks later. We were in bed and she was acting unusual. I asked her what was wrong and she admitted that the day before, she slept with her ex boyfriend.

I was upset, so I went to talk to K. I walked over to her house, but S answered the door, saying that K was out. I was noticeably upset, so she invited me in. I told her about what happened, and she started to rub my shoulder, trying to make me feel better.

We ended up kissing, and then things continued to escalate. We went into her room, and had sex.

I was on my way to being drunk at the bar when a cute girl started giving me "the eye". We started dancing and eventually started making out on the dance floor (first time that had ever happened).

We made our way out to my car where we continued to make out. As we are about to leave, her friends come out and drag her away. Now, I had just been kissing her ear and apparently her earring had come off right as her friends were (literally) dragging her away. I didn't notice it at first, and she was gone so quick that I couldn't give it back to her, I just put it in my change tray and forgot about it.

Fast forward to about 2 months later, I pull up to a comedy club and as I am parking, she walks by. I don't know how I managed to recognize her,and I certainly didn't know her name, but I remembered that I had her earring in my change tray still. I ran up to her and said "excuse me!" and she said "yes..." and looked at me as if she obviously didn't recognize me. I said "I think this is your earring" and she said "OMG where did you find that. I said "in my mouth" and we just stared at eachother blankly for a few moments. She nodded and looked at the ground while sticking out her hand. I gave it back silently and walked the other direction.

I received a handjob under the desk at highschool. It was my science class, and we could always get her off subject by talking about BIRDS! She could go on for hours about birds. I didn't get off though.

My high school chemistry teacher got his doctorate in ornithology, and he was also kind of crazy. Any time a bird would land outside the window, he would gasp "Look! We have a visitor!" and we would be pretty much done with chemistry for the day. High fives were exchanged, but I do not recall any handjobs.

Got me beat by about 3.5 minutes. I'm in a bar sitting at the end of a table with my friends and its loud so I can't hear conversation so I'm just kinda staring out at the dance floor. There is a really cute girl in a sexy dress dancing there with some guy but I wasn't checking her out or making eye contact.

All of a sudden she walks away from the guy and comes up to me and asks "Can you save me?" and I'm like "Lol wut?". She says the guy is really creepy and asks me to dance with her so he will go away. I'm white so I tell her I don't dance but that she can pull up a chair and we can talk. She does and then says "You're really beautiful by the way" and starts staring intensely into my eyes. I just take that as an invitation and go in for a kiss, it works.

"Want to have some fun tonight?" she asks.

"Yup." I knew exactly what she was asking and start to get excited.

"Is it really that easy?" she asks with a slight puzzled look.

"Yup. Let's go." is my reply.

She tells me it's her birthday so she has to say bye to all of her friends there and at this point I'm like "FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCKKKKKK" thinking I'm going to get cock blocked hard. She goes to multiple tables holding my hand and says bye while I just stand there trying to hide my boner. By some miracle, they all let her go, and she lives within walking distance of the bar. Jackpot.

I went to a top Ivy League school by some stroke of luck. When I arrived, I was sexually frustrated and had only lightly kissed a boy. I was pretty hot at that point in time (thin, blonde, doll-faced, tan), but I was also a SAP. The other problem is that throughout my entire life, I have never been attracted to men my age. They have to be at least 7-8 years older. So all of the undergrad guys were out of the question. This left no one for me to hook up with, given my inability to non-awkwardly meet anyone older.

One day, at the start of my sophomore year, I was perusing Craigslist as this is part of my daily internet ritual. Usually I just check the Missed Connections, but something that day led me to check the Men-Seeking-Women section. I happened across an ad from a guy saying that he was a teacher (of sorts), and that he fantasized about finding a student to "teach," though he had never been brave enough.

My heart raced. Here was the type of situation that I had fantasized about for years. Initially, I intended to just send him some teasing emails to blow off a little titillating steam. But turns out that his writing was really sexy. And that I was really horny.

After many exchanged dirty emails, photographs (with faces blurred), it came to light that he was actually a professor at the same university I attended. Now keep in mind that student-professor relationships were strictly forbidden.

But we decided that we needed to go ahead with it anyway. At this point, we were sending dozens of emails a day and I couldn't think about anything else other than fucking this guy. We decided that we needed to see each other in person. We started telling each other where we'd be and which coffee shop we'd be working in, so that we could show up and ogle each other from across the room. We never talked... too much risk since we both knew plenty of people around the area.

Finally, we decided that we had to have each other. I didn't tell a single soul about my Professor. I snuck him through my shared suite and into my private bedroom. There, we talked, in person, for the first time since "meeting" each other four months prior. We said only a few words before we started furiously making out.

What followed was a torrid, frenzied nine-month affair. I gave my first blow job, lost my virginity on the floor of the library. Snuck him into my room almost every day, after having developed a complex system of secret signals and code emails. Wore my high school plaid-skirt uniform and let him wear his suit and tie and put me over his lap and spank me. Tied him up, got tied up. Smeared nutella all over his naked body. Got bent over the book stacks, hearing other students walking around on the same floor, fucked from behind.

It was many months before I even found out his (incredibly sexy) name. Eventually, he took a job at another university, and I settled down with a long-term boyfriend. No one ever found out.

This isn't so much slutty as it is shameless. I was having sex with my ex-GF in her parents basement. Her Grandmother was in town and decided she needed to use the basement bathroom at 3:30 in the morning for some reason. She walks downstairs to see her Granddaughter getting her cervix punched by the head of my dick, doggy-style, by the nice blonde pail boy she had just eaten dinner with earlier. My ex didn't notice Gram Gram on account of her facing the other way moaning into a pillow. Her grandma stood there stunned waiting for a reaction so i shrugged with one arm and mouthed "Sorry" but I didn't stop because I didn't want my GF to know.
Next morning her grandma acts like it didn't happen and my ex was none the wiser. raises Mead-horn in graditude to Odin

This is a recent story, and i'm a guy so i don't know if it counts as "slutty" but here it is: i was recently on a study abroad trip in China for a month and a half. Next to the place i was staying there was a Chinese High School with Basketball courts so i went there every day to play. Everyday i went there would always be this girl there that would watch me, and every time i did something good she would smile. This indicated to me maybe, just maybe she liked me even though we never spoke.

Fast forward about 2 weeks of the same thing going on everyday and i walk up to the courts and see her sitting on a bench texting. Now i don't speak any Chinese at all so i knew talking to her about anything substantial was useless. So i took out my phone, and do what any horny 20 year old boy would do who hasn't been sexed in months would do. I took out my phone and google translated English to Mandarin "I think you're beautiful and would love to have sex with you" and showed her. She saw the screen and just smiled grabbed my hand and took me behind the school and we had sex.
I was so surprised this worked, but i also feel a little slutty that it happened.

I had a girl that I used to hook up with come over one day to have sex, while also making plans for another girl that I had previously dated and was sort of talking to again to come over later in the evening.

Had really good sex with the first girl, but I just couldn't get off. No matter what I tried, how good it felt, it wasn't happening for me. She was a little bummed but I told her it was cool, and she left.

I had planned on cleaning up the house a little, washing the sheets, and showering before the other girl came over. Realized that I took so long trying to get off, that I had maybe fifteen minutes before the other girl would be getting here. Threw the sheets in the wash, didn't worry about cleaning...but I realized I was still going to smell like sex. If I let her go down on me, I was still going to taste like sex too lol.

So I quick grabbed a washcloth and just tried to clean my junk as best as I could before she got there. Eventually when we started hooking up she was all ready to go down on me but I quick slipped it in before she could. She thought I was just really eager to fuck her...

My teacher was always really flirty with me, and would ask me to do things that he thought I wouldn't notice as "I like your tits so do this" such as making me shake spray paint for longer than usual, melting the nails into place while he held them from the other side (boobs RIGHT in his face) I would make a point to wear extra cleavage on the days I had had his class. Every time I work on an engine now I get horny, thinking of him.

He's unmarried, so I had zero guilt. I'd wear short plaid skirts, and bend over his desk to grab something. One of the days he made me hold some huge piece of metal, which consisted of me wrapping my arms around it, while he was getting dents out. My hands happened to be wedged up against his crotch, and I looked up at him and gave him my best sex face, and teased him until he completely fucked up the metal because he wasn't paying attention. Doing naughty things in public gets me off, and this was in the middle of class. Seeing him from time to time sends shivers down my spine, and I have an ultimate teacher fetish because of him.

For my cake day, I offer up this experience from my youth. Hopefully it will be buried within the 7576 comments above, but I have to let somebody know.

I waw in Singapore, which has a relatively conservative culture, at least on the surface. There was this girl whom I met online, and we've been exchanging dirty sms'es and emailing very NSFW stories with for a while. She was a big fan of vampire movies, and Underworld just came out, and she had picked up two tickets for us.

So we went to movie theatre (and I strongly recommend those which have "couple" seats, she mentioned that the movie was sold out, and these were the only seats she could get). During the movie, a lot of teasing happened (but nothing on the obvious erogenous zones, just lightly teasing the nape of her neck, massaging her earlobes, whispering some naughty ideas in her ear, wiping wine stains from her lips etc).

She does the same to me, running her nails up my thigh, nibbling on my ear every now and then, trying to get me to kiss her, which I wouldn't do, lightly flicking my tongue out and licking the surface of her lips instead. Understand this, even before we had been in the theater, the sexual tension between us was almost palpable. The teasing during the movie was deliberate, as I believe that prolonging the pleasure and increasing the anticipation exponentially increases the eventual reward.

And so the movie ends, with us being very sexually frustrated, slightly drunk, and basically just short of molesting each other in public. The credits roll, and the cinema goes dark - at which we start making out. Oblivious to the lights coming on, and the crowd streaming out, we fumble around like drunken teenagers, receiving (what I assume) were dirty and envious looks from people around us. Her soft moans as I stroked the hood of her clitoris, and the squeaking chair caused by her barely restrained hip thrusts probably getting us more attention than is appropriate for polite company. Drunken and horny, this public attention was totally unnoticed by us at the time.

Without really consciously noticing it, we were progressively leaving the PDA zone, and into the indecent exposure zone. Under the cover of darkness, her bra had already been removed, and her panties soaked through (those pockets in cargo pants come in handy in times like this). Her skirt made it easy to remove her damp panties, whilst providing some cover for my fingers as I started to finger her gently with the tip of my finger, pulling back as she thrust her hips forward, her moans of frustration slipping out between our kisses fueling my resolve to leave her at the brink of climax for as long as I could stand. And eventually, she stops kissing me, and in an animalistic way, tells me to "stop fucking with me, and fuck me" - and grabs my hand, shoving my finger deep into her. I'm not sure if it was my long fingers, or the position we were in, but was able to feel a small cluster of nerves inside her (most likely the elusive g-spot), and started to draw circles around it with my finger, causing a small flood to gush onto my palm, and a look of absolute bliss on her. There is also a rather sensitive area above the g-spot, which I also played with by finger tapping her like a Moroccan drummer, only pausing when her pre-orgasmic shudders became uncontrollable. By this, her guttural groaning was getting louder, and there was a definite puddle pooling onto the couple seat.

Now, to this day, I don't know why it happened like this, perhaps it was because we were watching the last show, or because the maintenance crew had a busy schedule, but the lights went off again. We took this as a SIGN, and ended up on the floor. This was the FIRST time I had appreciated Singapore's anti-chewing gum ban, and the cleanliness of the general public. The soft carpet of the cinema was not sticky, the seats didn't have pre-chewed gum. My date had reached the brink of orgasm at least 7 times, and was becoming violently frustrated. She pushed me onto the floor, pulled off my pants (fortunately, it was already unbuttoned and the zipper was down from earlier AND I managed to fumble on a condom once my pants were off). She then impaled herself, and started riding me as if I was a symbian. Within seconds, the flood gates release, and we both cum simultaneously. Watching her eyes glisten from the low light in the cinema as she screams and cries at the same time, whilst I feel my balls contract, penis pumping out a gallon of semen into her, her pussy contractions milking my dick for all it's worth, as if it was sucking the juice from my eyeballs through the tip of my cock. She is convulsing on top of me as wave after wave of pleasure courses from inside her pussy, amplified through her shaking body, and screamed straight into the air. There were flashing lights, and I felt as if I had momentarily blacked out, the hours of teasing and frustration being released in a mind numbing moment. If there was a thousand people staring at us, we wouldn't have cared. But of course, it wasn't a thousand, it was only about 6 guys from the cleaning crew who had turned on the light. Their open mouthed stare was only thing that greeted me when I stood up, pulled my pants on, my jacket around my date, and sprinted out of the cinema.

The walk of shame BACK into the cinema as one of the crew politely asked me to take my used condom with me made this the time when I felt "sluttiest".

edit : palatable palpable. Thank you LeoPanagiotopoulos for the correction.

When I was 16 years old, my three friends and I drove 2 hours to crash a church Purity Retreat so that we could party with these girls that one of my compatriots had met through MySpace.

They snuck us in after curfew, under the noses of the pastors and disapproving nuns (why nuns? I don't know, but trust me there were nuns)

There are eight of us in total, four of them and four of us. We share a handle of Vlad and regale each other, in hushed whispers, with the trials and tribulations of our teenage lives. Jokes are made, good times are had and hormones are coursing heavily through every vein.

I notice that one girl, a demure redhead with a possible cockeye, has been giving me the sex eye all night. She is not what we would call attractive by conventional means, but she laughs at my stories and at that moment, I find that alluring. I am full of rotgut Vodka and am feeling particularly affectionate.

So she leads me back to her room where we begin to make out post-haste. Things quickly accelerate. Within ten minutes her sweatshirt is on the floor and there are boobs in my hand. In her hand is, well, the obvious (its my penis).

She proceeds to give me the roughest, crab-clawed handy that I have ever received in my life. She just tore into it, jerking around like she was trying to sand a deck. There was no lubrication involved and within minutes I could almost feel a blister forming. I gently grabbed her hand, to indicate that she was not going about this procedure correctly, and she instantly teared up. It was her first time, and she was humiliated. In a heartfelt monologue, I inform her that its nothing to be ashamed of. Uplifted, She asks if I would perhaps enjoy some oral favors.

I would. You can't blame a lad for hoping. Unfortunately, this proceeds to be equally awful. Teeth were involved more than they should have been. Finally, I just arch my back and pretend to release my manly essence into the back of her throat. She freaks out, then pauses and says she hardly felt anything. I tell her that yeah, I hear that it feels like that.

I then notice a picture of a dove and a cross hanging on her TV. I ask her why this particular adornment is there. There was no such hanging in her friend's room.

"Oh, that's because the 14 and unders aren't allowed to watch television,"

Oh my.

I ponder the implications of this poorly conceived age divider for a few moments before fatigue and the comfort of a warm body beside me drive me to sleep.

Three hours later, my friend wakes me up and tells me that we need to leave. Immediately. I throw on my clothes and we run into the hallway. The kids are already coming out of their rooms. Adults are up. We do not belong and we are incredibly obvious. Looks are being exchanged. Knowing that the jig is up, we throw caution to the wind and run as fast as our legs will carry us, out of the lobby, past the visibly annoyed pastor and into the car, where we peel out and drive as if we'd just robbed a bank. Everyone laughs at the fun we all had the previous evening. Then everyone laughs at me, because I got way too drunk and ruined a "pure" 14 year old with a cockeye. To this day it remains the sluttiest and most awkward sexual experience I've had.

TL;DR - I crashed a church camp in a hotel when I was 16, got an ugly 14 year old drunk and became the test subject for her first encounter with a penis. Then got found out and ran like a coward out of the hotel the next morning.

Edit My god... the upvotes... they feel like running through a field of flowers on a Summer day. Thank you everyone.

No way tops yours, but I met a guy in my Conformation Class. It was strange, because neither of us were Christians, but anyways, we hit it off.

Fast forward about a year and a half, we have the Conformation Lock-In. Since we had been together for so long, everyone had their eyes on us, so it was close to impossible to sneak out.

Now, you could sleep anywhere you wanted in the church, but there was one room where all of the adults and most of the kids bunked down for the night. We pretended to go to sleep, and once everyone dozed off, we headed to the sanctuary.

Now, the first few rows of pews had padded cushions. Perfect. We went at it, and afterwards when I sat up, I looked at a few more rows behind me. Guess who was sleeping (or not. I still don't know, he could've been awake) a few feet away from us?

I can sympathize. After prom I went to this great after party. I thought it was just going to be a few good friends and some 151, but little did I know I'm a fucking retard. So, I start at it and two hours in I'm trashed beyond comprehension. When I get that way I get incredibly suggestible... Incredibly. So this one girl there, a biggy with nice eyes, is just raising hell screaming and crying for no reason. Well, then she vomits. We give her some water and she clears up enough to walk to her bed for the night. Well... Almost. I got the privilege of walking with her to ensure she falls the fuck asleep. Well I set her in bed and tell her good night. She starts crying and saying that I hate her and I want to leave her (all very true at that point). So, I tell her no, no and sit on the edge of her bed finishing my drink. She then says she wants me to join her because she's cold and doesn't want to fall asleep alone. I, for whatever reason, thought that was an amazingly innocent and possibly good idea. Well I get in bed and she starts kissing me and I start back. Then she pulls off my pants and starts blowing me. Well, she's wasted so her teeth slip in every once in a while so I'll moan, which she mistakes for me telling her she's doing a good job. She continues this for half an hour (I checked the clock across the room cuz I got bored). Over that time, 3 of my friends walk in on me on three occasions. I start to go limp, but then she goes for gold and tries to deep throat. Well... She got more than she bargained for and choked. Most girls would gag and open up and let you pull out. She bit down like a motherfucker. I screamed as her best friend walked in. She fell off the bed and I was ashamed and suddenly sober. The next morning her other friend slapped me at breakfast.

TL;DR: a fat drunk girl blew me after prom and nearly bit my dick off as her friend walked in on us.

Edit: my friend pointed out that I didn't get off. Forgot to mention that :/

Was walking through my apartment building parking lot on the way to a friends house with my roommate when out of nowhere our upstairs girl neighbor (not very attractive) appears and says "let's get naked you idiots." she's drunk, so are we. 5 seconds of silence and then like clockwork my friend begins making out with her while I gingerly place a hand inside her shirt and pop her right boob out. Looked at it, was unimpressed, my friend pulls back from his kiss and looks at the exposed boob, then looks at me and says "what do you think?" I shrugged and said "I'm about halfway hard, let's just go." he looks back at her and says, "we discussed it and decided we are going to go now." we then walked away as she stared at us with one boob hanging out. Never spoke with her again. What was this thread about again?

Edit: since half of the replies I woke up to this morning seem to be asking what her boob looked like, here goes. You know when you throw a kids birthday party and a day or two later the balloons have been in the sun for a while and most of the helium has escaped? It's this sad, quarter inflated shadow of its former self. It was kind of like that. It was hanging half out, kind of flat near the point where it came out of the shirt then floppy and oddly shaped. It was like her boob was created to hold 100 boobal units but ended up only being filled with 65. Also, the nipple was pointing directly straight down. She was maybe 20 years old, we were 23 I believe. Hopefully this helps explain my reaction to the boob.

Fuck throwaways, whatever...blew a guy while his roommate was in the room. I was still wearing a toga from the party...and I was actually very close to being sober...

edit: To add to the awkward aftermath--when I was walking back to my room, I noticed I lost one of my earrings in the...events...so I had to keep bothering him and texting him to return it. So to all of you that are claiming it might be you--unless that happened, it wasn't you, lol.

In college my roommate and I once fucked a pair of girls at the same time. I was in a lofted bed across from his bed: we reached across the gap to pound it but it was too far, so we ended up touching fingers like God and Adam at the Sistine Chapel.

I'm was just in a fight with my gf on the phone. Trying to stifle laughter from this thread while listening to her in one ear. I fucking lost it at this. Confessed I was on reddit. She hung up on me. Back to reddit.

I'd had a few similar moments, but the one that sticks out the most was when a friend of mine and I were busy with our girlfriends, dining at the Great American Pink Taco Stand in the same room. For some weird reason, my troll-brain took over and I popped my head up and asked the room in an overenthusiastic voice, "Anyone up for a game of tennis?" My friend thought this was hilarious, and immediately started laughing... right into her honey-box. About a half-second later came the funniest queef I think I'll ever hear... For the life of me, it sounded like it was laughing back at him... The room erupted in belly-laughs, sexytime was cancelled due to mirth, and all was amusing in the kingdom.

When I was 22 I had a cut that got infected. A couple of days after I started antibiotics my mom sent me an e-mail warning me to change my sheets because bacterial infections are contagious and I might get someone sick. As I read the e-mail I though that it was the weirdest advice I'd ever heard. "My sheets? Why would anyone be in contact with my sheets? What sort of weirdo sleeps in other people's beds?"

Three days later I remembered what sex was and why people would (in my mom's mind where I'm a well adjusted and healthy 22 year old) be sleeping in my bed.

Sex in a park parking lot in broad daylight with people walking on all sides of the car

Two drunk guys convinced me (straight female) and my straight girl friend to make out and get handsy..and then we went to the bedroom, got on the double bed, and I got with one guy while she got with the other. And we were like, pressed up against each other side by side. So...yeah.

I sucked a guys dick on the sidewalk. Good news is it was in the ghetto and nobody even batted an eye.

Edit: I forgot : I also went to this fuck buddy's house and I knew two out of the three guys there. I ended up giving blowjobs to both the guys I knew in the living room while the other dude just watched.

In my days as a drug dealer a lot of freaky shit happened. During a time I was selling a lot of extacy and coke, I was living with two strippers. They were hot as hell, and my best custies. One night after work they brought a half dozen of their coworkers home. Apparently they were bragging about my cunilinguistic skills at work, and one of their lesbian coworkers wanted to take the Pepsi challenge. She didn't believe a guy could be as good at licking pussy as a woman. A room full of strippers watched as I got her off. The scene descended into a full scale drug-fueled orgy pretty quick. By the time it was all over I'd stuck my dick in 8 women.

Had. a dick sucking contest with a friend of mine, to see who could get the respective random dude off faster. Stood up with a mouthful of jiz, amd a grin in 2 minutesflat..Yep..

EDIT I am female, reasonably attractive, or so my mirror tells me, the "contest" was performed in front of everyone so there could be no cheating, and both men had at least been laid that day once. Now, its not like we were overly concerned about the proper scientific way of running this, since, well, we were drunk..

In high school I went to my Gf's house. She was there with four of her friends. One being her gay friend. The girls all agreed that if I let him fuck me in the ass, I could fuck all the girls. Let me just say I got to nail all the girls that night.
P.S. That asshole went for 45 minutes on my ass

Man I would be so scared of them backing out. When I was a Freshman in High School, this girl lived about 7 miles away from me, but told me if I ride my skateboard to her house, she would blow me.

So I did, and in the process took a huge spill and broke my collar bone, still went, hung out there trying to get this girl to do it for about 2 hours until finally I had to leave because the pain was too bad. I then rode the 7 miles back home with a broken collar bone. That bitch.

Never made a throw away before, or had an alt, but I think I needed to make one for this because people fucking love to slut shame.
-I used to love to give road head as a teenager and hope people driving by would see.

-Post a naked picture or two in my time.

-Had sex in a public park.

-"learned" how to eat pussy on another girl while another guy "instructed" me. That was more situational hotness than actual hotness. Meh. I guess i don't like vagina that much.

-I gave handjobs to my like 9th grade boyfriend in movie theaters like, all the time. Always. Awkward teenage romance. Don't open your eyes, don't look into his eyes, DONT LOOK AT HIS DICK EVER! Yup. I was weird.

-A lot more guys are bisexual than you think if you just give them the chance to be open about it. And some of those guys are totally down with mfm 3 ways. ;)

-You know, i'm pretty much down for anything. If i'm with a guy and he starts talking about his fantasies and he's not a complete sociopath about it, i'll just be like, "yeah, lets do it. thats sounds hot. and then we can do this and this" and he will love whatever I say. Then we just bounce off each other's ideas until we get to a really weird place that neither of us thought we would go.

I was really fucking hammered one day and trying to get to see a friends band that was performing that night, but accidentally stumbled into a furry convention which was being held a few buildings down. I also ended up taking one of them home and having sex with them that night.

I found out the next day it was less of a furry convention and more of an animal shelter than anything.

I was an actual slut. As a hot 22 year old, I got paid $200 to have dirty hotel room sex with some guy I met through Craigslist. He liked me, offered to take me to a party. We went to this huge mansion in New Hampshire where they have swinger parties. I decide this would be a fun place to trip acid. In the hot tub outside I join a bunch of nekkid people I don't know. I let 7 strangers suck my toes and feet, fondle and grope me. My new "boyfriend" takes me upstairs to one of the semi-private curtained-off areas where the swingers are having sex. I do ATM for the first time and don't give a single fuck. Leave the place at 4 AM with my own poo stains on the back of my white sequined stripper getup from the messy backdoor activity and sat bare-assed in boyfriend's Boxster.

I like to pretend that everything that occurred before i met my girlfriend never happened so i won't start an original post. But one night i was at a party and made out with my ex-girlfriend, her best friend, and then got blown by a mate's future girlfriend while the host's younger sister and two friends were on the couch next to us. Good night, never happened.